âPhotos + Grapheinâ says it allâ¦ Donât wanna sound like the (boring) Master of Obviousness, but I am just a guy in search of capturing the moment and making it eternal, or at least way beyond what it lasts. For the sheer fact that my built-in neural networks did not prove to be as sturdy and reliable in time as I always wished them to be.

After so many incredible visual impressions that I naively thought had been permanently carved in my mind as if written on stone, like the most intense Monet-like sunsets, like the most gorgeous women lying naked by my side, waking up at dawn by the hypnotic sound of the first pray of the day coming from the mosqueâs loudspeaker, like the enchanting catâs eyes gaze of the most gorgeous Asian flowers, like the unique and intense view of the female ebony skin in Africaâ¦ After so many delicate pieces of the finest lingerie lying helplessly on my bedroomâs floorâ¦ After so many memories religiously collected all around this gorgeous Blue Planet, memories which simply vanished from my brain in the due & inexorable course of time, or at least from my immediate & conscious access, I decided to fiercely fight it back in my own wayâ¦

No pun intended, but a photographic memory is what I always pursuedâ¦ Pretty much the same thing Evangelous Odysseas Papathanassiou musically searched for, with much poetic license:

Oh, by the way,
It's been a beautiful morning,
What a morning,
Great morning,
It's a great morning man."

Intergalactic Radio Station (1988)

The only original part of all this is: In a significant number of times, I do create the moment, as opposed to merely witnessing it. With emphasis on the subjectâ¦ Of the sentenceâ¦ âIâ.

So I sort of excelled at pressing the F***-OFF button, up to the point of walking with a remote control in my pocketâ¦

Itâs simple like that.

(But, is life simple at all? Probably we do make it a hell more complicated than what it really is; or not. Who knows?).

Like that famous guy from Magnum, I am also a Buddhist in turbulenceâ¦

(Other than conceptually being the same soup of carbon and covalent bonds,
similarities end right here though!)

Btw,

âMonsieur Cartier-Bresson, I do salute you for your Earthly visitâ¦â

Flowing like that I decided not to accept the boundaries most righteously inferred and âpreachedâ by the Zen-Buddhist philosophy, but still acknowledging it is probably the only true way of freeing the rather primitive human mind.

Major clarification here: The most likely reason for keeping my primitive (male) mind imprisoned is my natural vocation, or should I say curse, to the eternal investigation of the female soul, whilst religiously exercising my right in the process to claim all the ribs you ladies originally owe meâ¦ [Almightyâs Voice] âHow dare you my son???â Yep Daddy, I know itâ¦ Capital punishment awaits me on Final Judgment Dayâ¦ Was kann ich tun? You canât expect a lion to feed on tofuâ¦

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And letting the river of life flow like that, at the very end, having had cultivated all the scars that forged my being, I just wanna have my face cut deep and mercilessly by the fierce razor of timeâ¦

At the very last minute, wanna be able to look back and realize all was worth it, every little tiny bit of itâ¦

Life was worth it all. And âFiat Lux!â I did my best to write it down with Light.

A good ending? A bad ending? Bear in mind everything said since Einstein is purely relative.

Wanna know more? Wanna take a walk on the wildest sceneries in the holy land of Brazil? Wanna write it down with me? Try drums, smoke signs, pigeons (one-way only Iâm afraid, cos my pet hawk loves themâ¦), or most simply & safely: